The day springs forth
The sun shining brightly
But the curtains are drawn
And the room is hard to see
The darkness plagues the atmosphere
It's too bleak, not so clear
What will bring light into the area?
Will it all be washed away?
The day is too much to handle
The China seems like clay
Words aren't present
The air is just that- putent
Why must it come to this
And where will it all go from here?